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Paper and Pen

Weekends seem to be getting busier at a time, in my life, when I thought they might be getting slower.  Hope all went well to all of you wherever you live in this global community.

Today I  just sat an stared at the paper, for a while, with pen in hand.  It was a slow go from paper to pc but I suppose we all have those days when the heart seems tired and we have to figure out how to pump it up.  My best to all of you.

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Paper and Pen

If I think of something new
to write about this day,
I hope it helps to see you through
if I think of something new.
And if it seems a tad askew
laugh a little… but don’t dismay
if I think of something new
to write about this day.

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Staring at table at paper and pen
in wonder…. that fills my mind
of ideas that will come, though I know not when,
staring at table at paper and pen.
My heart is pounding…. for a message to send
a message luminous…….by design.
Staring at table at paper and pen
in wonder…. that fills my mind.

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When you’re sad and feeling low
place your heart into your hand.
Like  ‘lion’ seedlings….on it blow
when you’re sad and feeling low.
And feel your love ’float’ all aglow
in search of love by your command.
When you’re sad and feeling low
place your heart into your hand.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Where the Dandelions Grow….

Well it is Sunday and I might as well stay in a whimsical way……and since I have posted some things on dandelions, I might as well post something else….dandelion.

“Where the Dandelions Grow….”

I had a friend, had hair on his chin
and he had one or two on his chest.
He lost his wife, he lost his house
and he got himself in a mess.

He went to town the other night
and he planned to do no wrong.
He couldn’t play the banjo; he couldn’t play the drums,
he couldn’t even sing a song.

He got himself a bottle and he drank it away
‘til he started feeling fine.
He jumped off his chair, threw his arms in the air,
and hollered “dandelion wine.”

“Dandelion wine,” he hollered again;
you could hear him ‘round the town.
“Dandelion wine,” he kept hollering out
until the sheriff walked around.

When the sheriff walked in, he started to grin
and then he just sat down.
No more hollering did he ever do
as he fell on to the ground.

The sheriff leaned over to pick him up
and noticed his smile so fine.
That’s also when he found… the empty bottle
of ‘dandelion wine.’

Where the dandelions grow, they buried him low,
where the air is fresh and fine.
His life’s complete and smelling sweet
of ‘dandelion wine.’

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Lonely Dandelion in the Grass

To the extent that many people despise them, I have always loved dandelions.  I have loved them for what they are…..a beautiful yellow blossom in a sea of green grass.  It may be one here or there or it may be ‘reunion’ gathering of them, some years.  I have watched a single dandelion bend and stand up to heavy wind and driving rain and peek through a freshly fallen snow.; their courage and stamina heartwarming, at times.

There was a day when I put myself in the ground as a dandelion and viewed the man (him) picking them as a danger and spoiler of my dreams and then waited as he came to pick me.   That day I wrote “Lonely Dandelion in the Grass”………..

Lonely Dandelion in the Grass

A lonely dandelion in the grass.
Lonesome for a love that didn’t last.
Thinking of the day
that she was picked away,
lonely dandelion in the grass.

’round him other dandelions grew.
But missing her was not exactly new.
Remembering every smile,
she gave him all the while.
Lonely dandelion in the grass.

The sky was gray, he saw ‘him’ coming now.
He watched ‘him’ look at her and humbly, bow.
‘He’ smelled her fragrant scent,
‘he’ picked her, then he went.
Lonely dandelion in the grass.

Now he’s left with memories of a face,
that used to look at him with poise and grace.
Why was she picked away
never to return, someday?
Lonely dandelion in the grass.

The sky was gray, he saw ‘him’ coming now.
He saw ‘him’ look at him and humbly, bow.
With a smile of loneliness,
for his dandelioness
lonely dandelion in the grass.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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DandYlions

To some a weed, dandelions to many are a thing of beauty.  The view is in the beholder.

DandYlions

Dandelions give us beauty
even though they are a weed.
And while flourishing is their duty,
Dandelions give us beauty.
And as bad weather makes some moody,
to some, it is a need.
Dandelions give us beauty
even though they are a weed.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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